Before coming here, I was already a being that fed upon mana. It's a situation I'm quite accustomed to.
[Although he wasn't accustomed to many other things someone like Setsuna might find mundane. Things like hunger, and temperature, and thirst. They affected him now as they hadn't for millenia and the adjustment was difficult, along with the loss of his Gate and many other powers that set him apart.
It was enough to make him very unhappy, if not for that iron-clad spirit of his. Indeed, he was a charming King, a great King no matter what this world stripped of him. A King who believed utterly in his own legend, living solely by his own will and no one else's. In the end, it was the sort of powerful sentiment that drew them together.
Gilgamesh rests his hand on the table, palm facing up, and offers to Setsuna:]
Give me your hand and I will show you.
[It's another test, in a way. But it's also a pretty transparent excuse to touch him again.]
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Before coming here, I was already a being that fed upon mana. It's a situation I'm quite accustomed to.
[Although he wasn't accustomed to many other things someone like Setsuna might find mundane. Things like hunger, and temperature, and thirst. They affected him now as they hadn't for millenia and the adjustment was difficult, along with the loss of his Gate and many other powers that set him apart.
It was enough to make him very unhappy, if not for that iron-clad spirit of his. Indeed, he was a charming King, a great King no matter what this world stripped of him. A King who believed utterly in his own legend, living solely by his own will and no one else's. In the end, it was the sort of powerful sentiment that drew them together.
Gilgamesh rests his hand on the table, palm facing up, and offers to Setsuna:]
Give me your hand and I will show you.
[It's another test, in a way. But it's also a pretty transparent excuse to touch him again.]